I read "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath in 3 sittings last week. I couldn't put it down but needless to say it was bleak as fuck. Probably not a great book to read in the week leading up to the anniversary of my dad's suicide in retrospect. I found an English copy of Moving Pictures by Terry Pratchett in the place I was staying in The Netherlands so I'm currently blasting through that to try and cancel out the misery.
I read "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath in 3 sittings last week. I couldn't put it down but needless to say it was bleak as fuck. Probably not a great book to read in the week leading up to the anniversary of my dad's suicide in retrospect. I found an English copy of Moving Pictures by Terry Pratchett in the place I was staying in The Netherlands so I'm currently blasting through that to try and cancel out the misery.